Shes A Gipsy
Satin sheets in her bedroom
Picasso hung in the hall
Only cover for a secret lover
Who shes expecting to call
Oooh-though the lady tries
She cant hide the gipsy inside
Shes a gipsy, and the ladys her disguise
Shes a gipsy, see the fire in her eyes
And shed sell off all her diamond rings,
The rubies and the pearls
If she could buy the freedom of a gipsy girl
She never touches her steinway
Plays the tables instead
Oooh-win or lose she still leaves with only
A dream to take her to bed
Oooh-though the lady tries
She cant hide the gipsy inside
Shes a gipsy, and the ladys her disguise
Shes a gipsy, see the fire in her eyes
And shed sell off all her diamond rings,
The rubies and the pearls
If she could buy the freedom of a gipsy girl
Oooh-though the lady tries
She cant hide the gipsy inside
Shes a gipsy, and the ladys her disguise
Shes a gipsy, see the fire in her eyes
And shed sell off all her diamond rings,
The rubies and the pearls
If she could buy the freedom of a gipsy girl
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Gipsy Love
The gipsy tents are on the down,
The gipsy girls are here;
And it's O to be off and away from the town
With a gipsy for my dear!
We'd make our bed in the bracken
With the lark for a chambermaid;
The lark would sing us awake in the morning,
Singing above our head.
We'd drink the sunlight all day long
With never a house to bind us;
And we'd only flout in a merry song
The world we left behind us.
We would be free as birds are free
The livelong day, the livelong day;
And we would lie in the sunny bracken
With none to say us nay.
The gipsy tents are on the down,
The gipsy girls are here;
And it's O to be off and away from the town
With a gipsy for my dear!
poem by Arthur Symons
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The Case Of The Gipsy's Son
The judge he jailed the gipsy's son
For the trivial thing which he had done
He had stolen from a farmer a second hand tweed coat
Which was valued at a ten pound note.
The young man's father Gipsy Jack
Had already given the coat back
The Gipsy lad looked scared and pale
When his lordship said 'three months in jail'.
This was the young man's first offence
Said Gipsy Jack it doesn't make sense
Your lordship please for fair play sake
My son at least deserves one break.
The father for his son did plead
But the judge he gave his plea no heed
He said this is a lawful Land
And the sentence I passed it must stand
But Gipsy Jack had more to say
Said he my son got no fair play
'You are nothing but a stupid prig
Protected by a silly wig'
Gipsy Jack was held for contempt
And twenty days in jail he spent
And he paid the price for finding out
That if you are poor in court house keep shut mouth.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lover In Disguise
Theres a secret that I know about the lady that I love so
And Im the only one shes shown her secret to
Shes gentle and shes kind
Shes proper and refine
But she lets down more than her hair
Alone in our room
Chorus:
Cause shes more than a lady
And theres a fire that burns behind those eyes
Shes more than a lady
And every night when we lay down
And she slips off her satin gown
Oh, she proves shes a lover in disguise
Shes a lover in disguise
When we go out somewhere
The men may stop and stare
But they see shes a lady
So they leave her alone
Shes more than she seems
And in their wildest dreams
They could never dream of what its like to take her home
Repeat chorus
Shes a lover in disguise
Shes a lover in disguise
Shes a lover in disguise
song performed by by George Strait
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Gypsy Vans
Unless you come of the gipsy stock
That steals by night and day,
Lock your heart with a double lock
And throw the key away.
Bury it under the blackest stone
Beneath your father's hearth,
And keep your eyes on your lawful own
And your feet to the proper path.
Then you can stand at your door and mock
When the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't right that the Gorgio stock
Should live as the Romany do.
Unless you come of the gipsy blood
That takes and never spares,
Bide content with your given good
And follow your own affairs.
Plough and harrow and roll your land,
And sow what ought to be sowed;
But never let loose your heart from your hand,
Nor flitter it down the road!
Then you can thrive on your boughten food
As the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't nature the Gorgio blood
Should love as the Romany do.
Unless you carry the gipsy eyes
That see but seldom weep,
Keep your head from the naked skies
Or the stars'll trouble your sleep.
Watch your moon through your window-pane
And take what weather she brews;
But don't run out in the midnight rain
Nor home in the morning dews.
Then you can buddle and shut your eyes
As the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't fitting the Gorgio ryes
Should walk as the Romany do.
Unless you come of the gipsy race
That counts all time the same,
Be you careful of Time and Place
And Judgment and Good Name:
Lose your life for to live your life
The way that you ought to do;
And when you are finished, your God and your wife
And the Gipsies'll laugh at you!
Then you can rot in your burying place
As the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't reason the Gorgio race
Should die as the Romany do.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Gipsy Vans
Unless you come of the gipsy stock
That steals by night and day,
Lock your heart with a double lock
And throw the key away.
Bury it under the blackest stone
Beneath your father's hearth,
And keep your eyes on your lawful own
And your feet to the proper path.
Then you can stand at your door and mock
When the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't right that the Gorgio stock
Should live as the Romany do.
Unless you come of the gipsy blood
That takes and never spares,
Bide content with your given good
And follow your own affairs.
Plough and harrow and roll your land,
And sow what ought to be sowed;
But never let loose your heart from your hand,
Nor flitter it down the road!
Then you can thrive on your boughten food
As the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't nature the Gorgio blood
Should love as the Romany do.
Unless you carry the gipsy eyes
That see but seldom weep,
Keep your head from the naked skies
Or the stars'll trouble your sleep.
Watch your moon through your window-pane
And take what weather she brews;
But don't run out in the midnight rain
Nor home in the morning dews.
Then you can buddle and shut your eyes
As the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't fitting the Gorgio ryes
Should walk as the Romany do.
Unless you come of the gipsy race
That counts all time the same,
Be you careful of Time and Place
And Judgment and Good Name:
Lose your life for to live your life
The way that you ought to do;
And when you are finished, your God and your wife
And the Gipsies'll laugh at you!
Then you can rot in your burying place
As the gipsy vans come through...
For it isn't reason the Gorgio race
Should die as the Romany do.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Shes On Fire
Oh, shes on fire
Oh, shes on fire
Hot to trot, shes a bit insane
Little bit of pleasure
With a little bit of pain
I got to be smokin
So I know without a doubt
Where theres the smoke
Theres the fire, so I gotta boot it out
Say oh, shes on fire
Oh, shes on fire
Only child with a hang down lip
Starve for love and you pay your chip
Little by little, catch enough to me
Shes more of a woman
And I thought shed be to me
Hungry girl, shes a city slick
Sayin the one, on a losin stick
Shes on fire
She chop my head on a guillotine
Shes my flame, shes a feather my chief
Shes on fire
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Gipsy Too
If they missed my face in Farmers’ Arms
When the landlord lit the lamp,
They would grin and say in their country way,
‘Oh! he’s down at the Gipsy camp!’
But they’d read of things in the Daily Mail
That the wild Australians do,
And I cared no day what the world might say,
For I came of the Gipsies too.
‘Oh! the Gipsy crowd are a mongrel lot,
‘And a thieving lot and sly!’
But I’d dined on fowls in the far-off south,
And a mongrel lot was I.
‘Oh! the Gipsy crowd are a roving gang,
‘And a sulky, silent crew!’
But they managed a smile and a word for me,
For I came of the Gipsies too.
And the old queen looked in my palm one day—
And a shrewd old dame was she:
‘My pretty young gent, you may say your say,
‘You may laugh your laugh at me;
‘But I’ll tell you the tale of your dead, dead past!’
And she told me all too true;
And she said that I’d die in a camp at last,
For I came of the Gipsies too.
And the young queen looked in my eyes that night,
In a nook where the hedge grew tall,
And the sky was swept and the stars were bright,
But her eyes had the sheen of all.
The spring was there, and the fields were fair,
And the world to my heart seemed new.
’Twas ‘A Romany lass to a Romany lad!’
But I came of the Gipsies too.
Now a Summer and Winter have gone between
And wide, wild oceans flow;
And they camp again by the sad old Thames,
Where the blackberry hedges grow.
’Twas a roving star on a land afar
That proved to a maid untrue,
But we’ll meet when they gather the Gipsy souls,
For I came of the Gipsies too.
poem by Henry Lawson
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The sea gipsy
The sea gipsy
she's anchored in our sheltered bay, a fishing boat tonight will stay
a forard mooring rope made fast, engine's cut, anchor cast
light is failing, silhouettes, casts shadows of old fishing nets
atop the mast a solitary light, a beacon, throughout the night
with the tides rise and fall, she swings on the anchor's maul
waves lapping against her hull, oblivious to a wandering gull
decks are clear, gear stored, sleep comes to those aboard
on the morrow, at dawns first light, the eastern sun chases the night
movement aboard this working craft, is witnessed forard and abaft
now in the bright light of day, the gipsy prepares to get under way
lines are hauled, the engines started, the gipsy now, has departed
steaming to the fishing grounds, through the reefs and outer sounds
poem by Bob Gibson
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Shes On Fire
Well this is just between us but between us lets get high
In pictures I have seen her and to see her is truly fine
Shes on fire
Shes on fire
Flowers in her evening set I get the feeling she wont forget
And theres times youd long to be her but to be her is surely blinding
Shes on fire
Shes on fire
Shes on to me
And Im over me
Shes on fire
And if I could be inside her light
I would steal enough to make my way into the night
And if I could be inside her light I might just find Id be alright
Well its not just a daydream if you decide to make it your life
And this is not between us but between us lets keep getting back to where its from
Shes on fire
Shes on fire
Shes on to me
And Im over me
Shes on fire
Shes on to me
And Im over me
Shes over me
And Im on to her
Shes on fire
Shes on fire
Shes on fire
song performed by by Train
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My life long lover
She is as deserving faithful for me to be.
Even more than those that came before.
From around neck there was a chain.
By my side.
She shall remain.
For its removal has not left me alone.
Givin her a ring and a throne.
She knows
she needs
not the key to me.
Will be allowed to walk in and out.
Sometimes the flame will be week or out.
Her warming presents ever in about.
Will she have a gipsy twin?
Perhaps which one will I win?
I love to feel her in and out.
Do I feel dirty all about.
.
The deeper she goes in.
I Forget about the gipsy twin
I miss her greatly when she not there.
Not Laying on my bed all bear.
Part of what must I endure.
Is the feeling of ensure.
What feeling brought us here to learn
Love and lust will affurm.
But my battle may I win.
Against the small neglectful twin.
poem by Howard Johnson
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Devil In Disguise
(gram parsons/chris hillman)
Shes a devil in disguise -- you can see it in her eyes
Shes tellin dirty lies -- shes a devil in disguise -- in disguise
Now a woman like that, all she does is hate you
She doesnt know what makes a man a man
Shell talk about the time that shes been with you
Shell speak your name to everyone she can
Shes a devil in disguise -- you can see it in her eyes
Shes tellin dirty lies -- shes a devil in disguise -- in disguise
Unhappiness has been her close companion
Her world is full of jealousy and doubt
It gets her off to see a person crying
Shes just the kind that you can do without
Shes a devil in disguise -- you can see it in her eyes
Shes tellin dirty lies -- shes a devil in disguise -- in disguise
Her number always turns up in your pocket
Whenever you are looking for a dime
Its alright to call her but Ill bet you
The moon is full and youre just wasting time
Shes a devil in disguise -- you can see it in her eyes
Shes tellin dirty lies -- shes a devil in disguise -- in disguise
In disguise [in disguise] in disguise [in disguise]
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Rest In Peace
(sambora, bryan)
Voodoo woman
Ill see you in my dreams
Gipsy woman
Down on lonely street
Gipsy was a friend of mine
In a sacred dream
Voodoo woman magic child
In time you will believe
Every time we say goodbye
Our love will rest in peace
After we make love tonight
Our love shall rest in peace
So say a prayer and close your eyes
Come lay your body down to sleep
After we make love tonight
Our love shall rest in peace
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Black Gypsy
(Emmylou Harris)
Broken bottles, broken songs
Broken people been in town too long
Where's everyone gone
Ooh, baby this city gonna break your heart
Oh, gipsy please tell me
Where everyone's gone
Never had a second name
Never spoke of why we came
Fellowship and Gloriousness
The loneliness of pain
Sitting in the rain
Why is the soul of me
Where is my heart
Where is the part of me
That I would give to you
If kindness were my style
Where is the soul of me
Where is my heart
In my own time
Better leave it behind
In a thousand bottles of wine
Oh, precious plans of standing strong
Why is life taking so long
I would tell you everything
If I only had the words to explain
Don't know nothing but the rain
Why is the soul of me
Where is my heart
Where is the part of me
That I would give to you
If kindness were my style
Where is the tenderness
Where is the warmth
In my own soul
That I let it grow old
Oh, it's getting so cold
Broken bottles, broken songs
Broken faces been in town too long
Where has everyone gone
Oh, baby this city gonna break your heart
Oh, gipsy please tell me
Where everyone's gone
Oh, gipsy please tell me
Where everyone's gone
Where everyone's gone
Where everyone's gone
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Inconsolable Man
These days Im looking like a pitiful sight
Got a suicide smile on my face every night
I walk alone
Talk to myself
Shout angry words up to the sky
People stop and stare
Like Im out of my head
But what do they know
About the tears that I cry
And I cry yes I cry and thats why
Oooh oooh Im an inconsolable man
Oooh oooh since shes gone away thats what I am
Oooh oooh Im an inconsolable man
Nobody understands
An inconsolable man
I stop into a church and I waste another prayer
Well if theres someone listen to me
No ones talkin up there
So I walk down a street
Where lonely men sleep
With what money can buy
I tell myself that life aint over just yet
I can learn to forget if only I try
And I try and I try but its a lie
Oooh oooh Im an inconsolable man
Oooh oooh since shes gone away thats what I am
Oooh oooh Im an inconsolable man
Nobody understands
An inconsolable man
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody understands
And inconsolable man
Oooh oooh Im an inconsolable man
Oooh oooh since shes gone away thats what I am
Oooh oooh Im an inconsolable man
Nobody understands
An inconsolable man
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Peddling Round the World
When at first in foreign parts
Was her flag unfurled,
England was a Gipsy lass
Peddling round the world.
Sailing on the Spanish Main—
Everywhere you roam—
Peddling in the Persian Gulf
Things she’d made at home.
Peddling round the world,
Peddling round the world—
England was a Gipsy lass
Peddling round the world.
England never wanted war,
Not on land or sea—
Other nations rising up
Couldn’t let her be.
England only wanted peace,
And the ocean’s breath;
So there came, in course of time,
Queen Elizabeth.
Queen Elizabeth—
Queen Elizabeth—
Came a plain, bad-tempered queen,
Called Elizabeth.
Queen Elizabeth, she called
Drake, and Raleigh too—
Essex, Howard, and the rest
Of the pirate crew;
“See what you can do,” she said.
“England’s feeling sick—
If you don’t, I’ll hang you all!
Better do it quick.”
“Better do it quick,” she said—
“Better do it quick”;
And they knew she’d keep her word,
So they did it quick.
Drake and Raleigh sailed away—
(Only Bess they feared)
Cleared the Spanish Main and singed
The King of Spain his beard—
Singed the King of Spain his beard,
And his hair they curled.
England was a Gipsy’s love
Peddling round the world.
Peddling round the world,
Peddling round the world.
England was a Gipsy’s love
Peddling round the world.
Once again, when Cromwell came,
England wanted room;
So he lowered Holland’s tone,
Smashed the Dutchman’s broom.
Sent a message to Algiers;
Made its meaning plain—
On the way they called once more
On the King of Spain.
On the King of Spain—
On the King of Spain:
Called, to jog his memory,
On the King of Spain.
So the years went round and round,
Over hills and flats—
England was a Gipsy wife—
England had her brats;
Peddling in the China Sea,
Far from English ground;
Doing biz with Mrs. Jap—
Peddling all around.
Peddling all around—
Peddling all around;
Making friends with Mrs. Jap—
Peddling all around.
When the war is past and gone,
With its blood and tears;
And the world may count upon
Peace for fifty years—
When the gory battle-flags
Round their sticks are furled—
Then you’ll see a Gipsy crone
Peddling round the world.
Peddling round the world—
Peddling round the world.
Then you’ll see a Gipsy crone
A-peddling round the world!
Shawl as old as Joseph’s coat,
Hair as white as snow,
Mind as bright as Seventeen—
Eyes still like the sloe—
Peddling in the Southern Seas—
Everywhere you roam—
And she’ll fill her baskets here
With things we’ll make at home.
Things we’ll make at home—
Things we’ll make at home—
Call to fill her baskets here
With things we’ll make at HOME.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Lady Down On Love
Words and music by randy owen
Its her first night on the town since she was just eighteen, a lady down on
Love and out of hope and dreams.
The ties that once bound her now are broke away, and shes like a baby, just
Learning how to play.
She never thought that love could ever end so soon.
Her mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon when he asked her to marry
And she glady said o.k.
And a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday.
Now shes a lady down on love.
She needs somebody to gentley pick her up.
Shes got her freedom, but shed rather be bound to a man who would love her
And never let her down.
Well, I know a lady thats down on her love, cause I used to hold her and
Have that special touch.
But work took me a way from home late at nights, and I wasnt there when she
Turned out the lights.
Then both of us got lonely and I gave into lust, and she just couldnt live
With a man she couldnt trust.
Now shes a lady down on love.
She needs somebody to gently pcik her up.
Shes got her freedom, but shed rather be bound to man who would love her
And never let her down.
Now shes a lady down on love.
song performed by by Alabama
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Rare, Precious & Gone
Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
The one you held is no longer your toy
Shes got her new boots and her make up on
You can call her your friend
But not your lover again
Shes made it clear as air that this affair is at an end
So what are you doing holding on?
Dont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
She was soft in your hands, now shes shattered your plans
Im sympathetic but youve got to understand
You tried to squeeze her somewhere
She just dont belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
As long as there were stars in the night sky shed be near
Even angels get it wrong!
Wont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Its a subtle trap
Seeding guilt in her mind
But she aint taking your crap
This time
Boy youre out on a line...
Shes a queen among women, a child among queens
The finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen
Shes a rose without a thorn
Shes a peach, shes a prize
A gift in disguise
Shes graceful and colourful and when she grows
Shell be wise
But most of all my friend, shes gone
Gone, gone gone!
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Rare, precious and shes gone
Yes, shes rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Gone, gone gone...
song performed by by Waterboys
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Starstruck
If Im high on a hill
She will still be looking down at me
What does she see
That brings her closer every day to my heart
If Im away from home
And think Im all alone
Shes there, somewhere
I look around to see
And looking back at me
Shes there, beware
Creeping like a hungry cat
Seen it before
And I know it can mean that
* the ladys starstruck shes nothing but bad luck
The ladys starstruck running after me
The ladys starstruck shes nothing but bad luck, yeah, yeah
I could fly to the moon
But shed soon find a way to be there
I never knew for a while
That a smile made em really care
She wants a souvenir
To everyone its clear
Shes hooked, one look
She wants a photograph
And everybody laughs
But not me, cause I see
Shes creeping like a hungry cat
Seen it before and I know it can mean that
*
I used to be a game
Now I cant repeat my name at all
She seems to believe that
I never can refuse her call
She wants a souvenir
To everyone its clear
Shes hooked, one look
She wants a photograph
And everybody laughs
But not me, cause I see
Shes creeping like a hungry cat
Seen it before and I know it can mean that
* x 2
And back of a tree
Im looking back at me
Blind and off my state
Ive just got to beware
The ladys starstruck
Yes, shes bad luck, bad luck
song performed by by Rainbow
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Loneliness Game
She could have anything
But still shes down
The happiness that means everything
Is not around
On the outside
It looks like a perfect world
Inside I know what youre thinking
Shes too pretty to be sad
Shes too rich to cry
Shes no different
Shes just the same
No ones left out of this loneliness game
She cant find her way out of the loneliness game
No she cant find love
Pearls dont mean a thing
When loves not there
No gold or diamond rings
Can stop the tears
From the outside
You couldnt feel her pain
Inside I know what youre thinking
Shes too pretty to be sad
Shes too rich to cry
Shes no different
Shes just the same
No ones left out of this loneliness game
She cant find her way out of the loneliness game
No she cant find love
In the loneliness game, the loneliness game
She lies awake at night
Alone in silence
She reaches for the light
And waits for guidance
Shes too pretty to be sad
Shes too rich to cry
Shes no different, shes just the same
No ones left out of this loneliness game
She cant find her way out of this loneliness game
No she cant buy love
In the loneliness game, the loneliness game ...
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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The Look
1, 2, 3, 4
Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
Shes a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
Shes got the look
Heavenly bound
Cause heavens got a number
When shes spinning me around
Kissing is a colour
Her loving is a wild dog
Shes got the look
Shes got the look, -shes got the look-
Shes got the look, -shes got the look-
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything Ill ever do, Ill do for you
And I go: la la la la la
Shes got the look
Fire in the ice
Naked to the t-bone
Is a lovers disguise
Banging on the head drum
Shaking like a mad bull
Shes got the look
Swaying to the band
Moving like a hammer
Shes a miracle man
Loving is the ocean
Kissing is the wet sand
Shes got the look
Shes got the look, -shes got the look-
Shes got the look, -shes got the look-
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything Ill ever do, Ill do for you
And I go: la la la la la
Shes got the look
Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
Shes a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
Shes got the look
And she goes:
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na,
Shes got the look
Shes got the look, -shes got the look-
Shes got the look, -shes got the look-
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything Ill ever do, Ill do for you
And I go: la la la la la
Shes got the look
What in the world can make you so blue
When everything Ill ever do, Ill do for you
And I go: la la la la la
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na,
Shes got the look
And she goes:
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na,
Shes got the look -shes got the look-
And she goes:
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na,
Shes got the look -shes got the look-
And she goes:
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na,
Shes got look -shes got look-...
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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